Rem
By Jane
Christ comes in rem, His light crowding the eyeballs while he stands as if to heal an old shell's cracks and bruises to make it whole again, but he slowly rises from rem, without a touch so promised, and glides over the pillows, through the screened window, into the night, scattering prayers over the old quarry up the road where crutches are neatly piled. Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 09:32 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Christ comes in rem,..."